In continuing with tonight's apparent theme of bad luck and missed opportunities, I've had a thing for a friend's stepdaughter for about a month and a half now. At the risk of sounding bitter (well, MORE bitter), would anyone like to guess how late I was in confessing my feelings?
Seventeen hours. I had more than a month and I was late by seventeen hours.
Still, she's cool about the whole thing. That much went right, at least.